I don’t even really remember how it went. Not that I was too drunk, its just that blank period of adreniline necessity that makes accurate memory impossible after a show. It wasn’t that I was too nervous…it wasn’t that I did too badly, it just wasn’t what I wanted it to be. It just wasn’t ready. I wonder if it will every be ready. But voodoo doughnuts were tasty, and the after-party bands were hotttt. I fell down the stairs and ripped part of my fingernail off on my pinky. Today: best goodwill score ever, belly full of sushi, and an awkward feeling, not bad, not good.